A Butterfly Poet's Tools
Quill, ink, parchment, pen.
Dreams, hopes, loves,
vision and then...
Muses, magic and music of
the heavens.
Wherein past, present and
eternity converge and dance,
The poet creates true beauty
in this state of butterfly,poetic
transcendental coexistence.
July 7, 2019
4pm PST
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